Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Monday, June 21, 2004

Spent Sighs And Whispers

There are times each day
you are terribly missed
in private, quasi-private,
with too many chances to be
alone with my wishes.

As in this moment when
the night promises endless
hollow, hungry hours, when
again I'm alone with my
thoughts and myself, to quiet
the deep sobs that catch
so complete, spent sighs and
whispers sent to some outward
intangible, always something
I can never touch.

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Who's Baileykix?

Animal lover and animal welfare advocate... for the past eight years, I've held a series of dream jobs where I've worked with animals. Right now, I groom dogs and I love what I do. I'm addicted to social networking, photography and videography. My two kids are grown and out of the nest. So I spend my spare time with my other two (fur)kids, Boo-Boo and Moopy, my Shih-tzu and Malti-poo.